I can pinpoint the exact moment the conversation went wrong. It was right here:
D: Well, how would you like it if I brought in a Hustler magazine and plopped it down on the back table?
J: What? You mean now?!
The descent was steep and rapid, like a peregrine falcon’s stoop.
But at least tonight was the last night of owl shift. Only about an hour and a half more until I go home and nap before my dental appointment this afternoon.